The decision to open up large areas of the nation’s coasts to oil exploration and drilling got the big headlines, but that’s not all the Obama Administration was up to. A Bush-era policy known as the “millsite” provision allows the hardrock mining industry to use unlimited amounts of public land to dump toxic mine waste and tailings from large-scale industrial mining operations. A group of tree-hugging liberal commie socialists filed a lawsuit to stop the practice, hoping that the Obama Administration would support their efforts. Alas, the administration has decided to support the mining industry instead. Suck on those rocks, liberals!
There is some good environmental news this morning, as the lo-cal news twit just informed me that Sun Chips now come in a fully “composable” bag. I’m not sure if that means the bags are fully composed, or can be fully posed. Or it may mean that the news chick’s brain is pretty well composted. Wouldn’t surprise me, as she’s kind of a skinny blond who’s always complaining about the cold, and I’ve long been convinced that the first place people lose weight is their brain.
As our NY State legislature heads into its well-earned 10-day Easter holiday without doing perhaps the only thing their jobs actually require of them (passing a budget), our Governor has fallen back on the tried and true refrain of bashing State workers, calling for them to forgo the pay raises which took effect yesterday. I don’t recall the State ever proposing to increase raises when times were good and all that Wall Street money was rolling in, but it’s always good PR to bash public employees. The State’s unions responded to the Governor with a hearty “fuck you.” On the bright side, the State’s non-union, “Management Confidential” employees won’t be getting a raise this year (the second year in a row), demonstrating the consequences of being rat bastards.
I’m not sure who named today “Good Friday,” but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Jesus. I don’t see a whole lot of “good” in being beaten, tortured, and hung on a cross. On the bright side, I’m sure the Romans got a lot of actionable intelligence out of it. From what I’ve read, before it was over, Jesus confessed to killing Jimmy Hoffa and plotting the 9/11 attacks.
Oh well, it’s getting late, and I want get in some self-flagellation time before work.
Talk about a dick doctor.
Hmmm. Just looked the good doctor up on Healthgrades (which I have become familiar with, in attempting to locate a podiatrist), and he doesn’t seem to rate very well.
National average is 4 out of 5 stars.
Dick Dictor Jack gets an Overall Rating of 1.5 out of 5 stars.
Would you recommend your physician to family/friends? 1.5
Do you trust your physician to make decisions/recommendations that are in your best interests? 1.5
Does the physician help you understand your medical condition(s)? 1.5
Does the physician listen to you and answer your questions? 1.5
Do you feel the physician spends an appropriate amount of time with you? 1.5
Ease of scheduling urgent appointments when you feel ill: 2
Office environment (cleanliness, comfort, lighting, temperature, location): 1.5
Friendliness and courtesy of the office staff: 2
Once you arrive for a scheduled appointment, how long do you have to wait (including waiting room and exam room) before you see this physician: 31 – 45 minutes (national average, 16 – 30 minutes)
That doctor sounds like a real pisser.
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I bet he’s a teabagger, too.
Hey, Andy, is this where you’ve been lately?
When they calculate that national average waiting time to see a doctor, they must stay away from the Brooklyn offices of HIP where a one hour wait is the least one can expect.
Ah, Dr. Jack, the teabagging dick-doc must be really good. He went to med school in Grenada.
No wonder he’s a Republican – Ronnie Rayguns liberated his alma mater.
:yuck: I’m pretty sure I’d just as soon not capture the “flavor” (let alone the content) of a urologic office (though we used to capture the content – if not the flavor – of our dogs’ urologic output on paper, until they were trained to go outside, anyway).
:omg: That’s one collection I have no desire whatsoever to see. I don’t know what’s worse, amassing a urology collection, or doing so “energetically.”
His book, “Better Living Through Urology,” sounds like a real page turner.
(based on the flavor he’s been trying to capture, I can do without his seasoning)
It includes sections on:
(what is it? A love story?)
and…
(yep, definitely a love story)
plus the ever fascinating,
So the good doctor is a piss-freak who obsessively collects urological “memorabilia,” and couldn’t cut it in an American med school. But WE’RE the ones with the problem. Riiiiiiiight.
Bob Dole here. What the Sam Hill is up with this urologist? Bob Dole doesn’t understand it. Bob Dole is highly non-partisan when it comes to the care and maintenance of Little Bob.
Little Bob deserves only the best, especially considering how hard Little Bob has been working since Bob Dole signed that Viagra contract.
Here comes Liddy. Bob Dole thinks it’s time Bob Dole gave Little Bob another workout. Liddy! Slow down! Bob Dole doesn’t understand what’s up with all the running away lately.
I’m streaming Shannyn Moore’s show, and a caller just wished her a happy Good Friday. Maybe he’s a Roman centurion. I didn’t know they were still around. Especially in Alaska.
I’m not sure who named today “Good Friday,†but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Jesus. I don’t see a whole lot of “good†in being beaten, tortured, and hung on a cross.
Mel Gibson’s accountant would beg to differ.
Damn, it’s like 86 degrees here right now. Been a while since I’ve sat in the back yard in shorts and a t-shirt (hasn’t hit 80 here since September 23), with my laptop and a beer. Hell, I might even break out the grill.
Well, whatya know? Arby’s has an open wireless network.
Heh, when I first looked up that dick doc’s rating, he had 35 reviews. Now he has 223.
The guys a regular “Joe the Plumber”.
I wonder if the AMA will have something to say.
I meant ‘guy’s’
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